Page 11 of Falling For My Assistant

“They’re beautiful,” she said, holding one foot out to look at them.

“Be right back,” Lo said, disappearing again, leaving them alone.

Erin put her foot down, dropping the dress down to cover them again.

“It’s a shame the dress is so long, you can’t see the shoes,” she said, doing a little turn.

She wobbled a little bit, then fell from the podium. Sean jumped forward to catch her before she landed on the floor.

“Are you okay?” he asked, their eyes catching.

“I am… thank you,” she said. He could see her blue eyes warming, and it sent heat through his blood.

His heart pounded in his ears as he leaned forward, bringing their faces close together.

“I got these beautiful sapphire earrings—” Lo came around the corner and halted, her lips picking up at one end. “Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt.”

“You weren’t,” Sean said, setting Erin firmly on her feet. “She slipped, and I caught her.”

“He seems to be catching me a lot today,” Erin muttered, straightening the dress once she was stable.

“He is forever sweeping ladies off their feet,” Lo quipped, joining them over by the podium.

“I—She—doesn't mean a lot… of ladies.” He stumbled over the words, Lo’s lips pursing to keep herself from laughing.

“You should see him at the office,” Erin said. “Ladies fall all over him. Especially now that he and Blair broke up.”

She looked at him. “It was all over the office in hours that you were single again.”

Glancing back at Lo, she said, “I’ve never had to turn down so many women before.”

Lo glared at him and he clapped a hand over his heart. “What? I didn't know about that!”

Erin’s laugh filled the studio. “He didn't. I never told him. Didn't want to give him a big head about it.”

The ladies dissolved into laughter, and Sean huffed, muttering about women and their gossip.

“Why don't you get changed and meet us downstairs in the salon,” Lo said, shooing him back to his dressing room.

“I’m going, I’m going.” He headed back to the other side of the studio, peaking out of the curtain to watch Erin before she disappeared.

Half an hour later, Sean rode the elevator down to the salon, stepping off to a whirl of activity.

Dressed once again in his suit, his tuxedo and Erin’s dress hung upstairs waiting for them, he made his way over to the chair Erin sat in.

She’d left her hair down, probably in preparation to get it done later.

“Oh, there you are,” she said, reaching next to her to produce three different nail polishes.

“Which color?” she asked, holding up two dark blues and a silver.

He grabbed the two blues, holding them up. “Is there a difference?”

“Yes, of course.” She pointed to the tiny labels on the bottom. “This one is called Sugar Spun, and this one is called Russian Navy.”

He held them up and took the best look at them that he could. “I vote Sugar Spun.”

He handed them back to her, and she handed Sugar Spun to the nail technician.